Ramona was completely
frozen in place, her heartbeat getting quicker by the second and bile rising in her throat. Phones weren’t working. The doors were locked. Someone was
dead. Someone
killed them.
Aaron’s words,
“We’re locked in with a killer,” finally broke her. She sobbed and ran to the other side of the room. She leaned against a wall, collapsed to her knees, and threw up what little she had eaten that day. She tried hard to even out her breath but it wasn’t working.
Lila was desperately dialing 911 over and over, hoping if she tried enough times, it would work. She covered up her fear with anger, yelling at her phone,
“Come on! Why aren’t you working?!”She quickly got fed up with her phone and threw it on the ground with a frustrated shout. She took deep breaths, running her hands through her hair, and walked away from the scene. She grabbed a can of beer and started drinking, silently
daring anyone to criticize her coping method.
@DriveEMOut